"Who, who are you!" One of them asked tremblingly while taking a step back and looking for an opportunity to escape. They had done a lot of kidnappings, but they had never encountered such terrifying prey.
No! They must have been blind to think of them as prey! These people clearly bring disaster!
Guan Xilin swept his fierce eyes over them, then said to Du Fan, "Kill them all. It's getting late, so let's spend the night here."
"Alright."
Du Fan replied. The fan in his hand swung open with a flick of his wrist. The fan flew out of his hand the next second, and his figure shot out. Screams followed his quick movement and the cold glint he lashed out with. The pungent smell of blood filled the air. Twenty or so cultivators fell to the ground shortly afterwards, leaving no survivors.
Feng Jiu looked outside. "Let's go someplace else! We shouldn't be too far from the town now, let's rest there."
